We still had an hour before we would be home, I had plenty of time to worry about other things. Not being one to pass up such an opportunity, I shifted my concern and began worrying about the two steps mom would need to maneuver in order to get in to the house.
Before the surgeries, mom and I had developed a number of routines to get us through each day. For example, we knew what it took to get in and out of the house safely. I just hoped the stairs she had been practicing in rehab had been enough to prepare us for the "real thing".
Months before our departure, my brother and I had made sure every entrance was equipped with safety bars. Although moms’ prosthetic knee had been wobbly and she wasn't quick, with a spotter mom could get up the steps without too much trouble. At least she had been able to navigate the two steps BEFORE the surgeries. I wasn't so sure now; I had an uneasy feeling.
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In my mind I went through the sequence we needed to follow and was feeling much more confident as we pulled in to the garage just after 6:00PM March 21st, 2013. It had been over a month since we had attempted the steps but the stairs hadn't changed and mom was much better than she had been when we had left home in mid February. We had this!
I ran through the required steps one more time, this time I recited the rote out loud. I needed to make sure we were both clear on the routine; that we both remembered what was required to ensure moms' safety as we made our way in to the house before we made the attempt. Once I was certain we were both on the same page, the routine began.
Instead of answering my question, mom told me to call my brother. Once again she assured me she was OK. I reminded her that my brother was working out of town; it would take him hours to get there. Mom looked dejected as I dialed my husband’s cell phone and began unpacking the car in search of the gait belts. I couldn't leave mom just sitting there! "I needed to go to the bathroom", mom finally answered my earlier question. Just hearing her say "bathroom" nearly made me pee my pants.
"Will you be OK for a minute?", I asked mom and before she could answer, I shot past her. It had been several hours since our last stop; there was no sense in both of us bursting our bladders!
Mom and I had both learned valuable lessons that day.
Thankfully, other than her ego and a couple of bruises, mom was going to be alright.
I also would be fine if I could get my heart to stop thumping so hard.
We'll both be OK.